Bruce Wrote
Bruce wrote a few things. Mostly just to see if he could
Beast
Rodent Horror
Bruce Wrote a Children's Book
Here is a small sample
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Once a long time or two ago there was the Kingdom of Bunt.
Back then, nothing was anything like it is today. It was all indoors. There was no sky; only the Roof of the World.
There was no moon or sun no clouds or snow, no sky things at all just a warm even glow.
Nobody knows why there was a Roof over the land of Bunt.
But that is a tale for another day.
Despite all this there was something wonderful about Bunt.
You see, today it is all decided how things should be.
Ice cubes are cold and sandpaper scratchy, comforters cozy and kittens are cute. Bosses are bossy and moss is well, mossy.
But Bunt was different. Quite a bit different!
Back then all one had to do was think of something, and there it was.
No poof of smoke or any shimmer No boom or bang or even glimmer. You saw a trout and wanted to fish
A rod would appear just for the wish.
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“Well, what sort of thing is he anyway?” asked the King.
“Why I think he's a Prince.” said his wife. With that simple statement she not only invented Princes but all things starting with the letter P, which, if you remember, nobody had thought to create.
All at once the Buntions set out with a passion inventing every good thing starting with the letter P.
The very first thing they made was a party in the plaza with paisley painted pavilions, a pond with paddlefish puff-fish and periscopes.
They made pastrami parfait and peanut butter pastries, peppermint pickles and pineapple pears, pork pie pesto and pink pumpkin punch and even a pomegranate potato chip popcorn pizza!
It was grand!
But the grandest of all was the parade.
There were peacocks and peahens and pale persian cats.
Penguins in pinafores and panama hats. Packs of polar bears ate purple peas. While pinwheels and pendants snapped ithe breeze.
Percussionists, pipers and piccolos romp
As they played perky polkas with pleasure and pomp.
A pride of pumas and panthers would prance.
While processions of possums performed a pert dance.
There were piglets with pigtails and ponies with perms.
And a passel of proud and plump pink pachyderms.
It was a grand parade!
Words That I Like
by Bruce Burns
Gauntlet, gag, silly, hubris and pike.
These are a few of the words that I like. Plethora, sod, malaise, hearsute, manatee,
you can pronounce them try it and see.
Sleek, dorm, formica, promote and pizzazz, wedgies, lam, glottal, bereft, razzmatazz. Mastiff, moog, tipsy, globule, friction,
very true words not one of them fiction. Lambaste, wad, wedge, wattle and quark, velcro, lad, fume, subtitle and stark.
piddle, pi, poodle, passive and peace,
so I present you a passel of P’s
Juniper, bottle, cologne, vacillate,
mangle, wit, wiggle, dome, percolate, ascending, maw, baseboard, midtown, oxcart, Say all these words and then you’ll look smart.
Quarrel, mix, xenon, piston and gaggle,
duffer, par, freon, wistful and straggle,
corker, nub, trample, foist, humbug, pea,
diver, pox, muddle, leatherette, pee.
Saunter, sloop, sump, sagging, sew, stool, sometimes summations of S’s are cool. Chlorine, putt, massive, jiggle and quay, passer, peg, juniper, muddle, ole’.
Zipper, cove, kitchen, curmudgeon and dredge, haggis, jet, bramble, cudgle and wedge. Turgid, taut, tepid, tuber and thaw,
to, two, too, ti, tee, tea tow, Ta.
Silly I’m waxing, my tongue has gone numb, Know all these words you couldn’t be dumb. Finished I am with all of these rhymes.
Good-by.
A Poem...
My Old Friends
by
Bruce Burns
